Chapter Five the Lost Slig
Joe the slig was just walking down the trail he had walked thousands of times before.
"HEHEHEHE"
He heard giggling he cocked his rifle.
" Who's there!" Joe inquired.
Joe heard it again he looked into the bushes. But nothing was there. Man, must be another one of those damn hint flies. Joe headed forward back to his camp site.
"PSST.......SmokinBS" Joe tried to communicate to his lost suad of sligs.
" ........................................" Nothing responded.
" Damnit!" Joe screamed.
He was lost for the time being, he would have to search in the morning. He set up his Bunk And put his mechanical pants inside the trunk. Joe would have to search again tommorrow.......
Is that good Mitsur?
